Post by absinthe` on Aug 25, 2009 17:42:27 GMT -5
a couple of ?'s on here
"Don't Tell"
featuring T-Hud
[t-hud]
wanna shine, do the time
do the crime dont be cryin
cuz the streets aint built for hoes
thats why my glock 9mm's built to hold
17 in the clip leave ya stiff like vogue
it's a pose for you slow niggas
i suppose that ya broke niggas
wanna snitch like the teachers pet
so i hope ya got your techers vest
im the pacemaker
watch me put 3 in ya chest
ya gotta keep up
ya body if ya speak up
that 9 to the jury
i be free before the weeks up
catwalk to the truck
like paris role the trees up
in paris with my feet up
carrots in my jesus
heat strung? and ease up
we up
my niggas held me down like leisure
came home and doubled the worth
throw the g up
sowed the streets up
like concrete stiches
these bit?h as niggas is complete snitches
(chorus)
we bout to mount up roll out
gettin the digits
they violatin code
and tamperin with the figures
you don't tell
you don't snitch
cuz real niggas dont play that sh!t
you don't tell
you don't tell
you don't tell
you don't tell
you don't snitch
cuz real niggas dont play that sh!t
somewhere stationed on the eastside of compton
there lived a young soulja
specializing in pumpin that ba$s
but a g an x through the area
his prices so low the competition is scared of him
and petal to the floor the competition in the area?
every once in a while atf cramped his style
never the less at the slightest request
he could get ya what ya need homie he was the best
i mean the coke to a key til they aint nuthin left
kick back with a kahula a little prilosec
and when its time for the re-up he did it big
my nigga coulda been a mason? he has so many bricks
and he would rock some, drop some, cut some clear
put it on the block and watch it dissapear
but the the snitches showed up late last year
shots start rangin out loud in ya ear
its a war one like they never seen before
and ima man up the towers and his boys all sore
cant make a mother fu?kin dime no more
somebody gotta pay
and it starts today
(chorus x2)
"Don't Tell"
featuring T-Hud
[t-hud]
wanna shine, do the time
do the crime dont be cryin
cuz the streets aint built for hoes
thats why my glock 9mm's built to hold
17 in the clip leave ya stiff like vogue
it's a pose for you slow niggas
i suppose that ya broke niggas
wanna snitch like the teachers pet
so i hope ya got your techers vest
im the pacemaker
watch me put 3 in ya chest
ya gotta keep up
ya body if ya speak up
that 9 to the jury
i be free before the weeks up
catwalk to the truck
like paris role the trees up
in paris with my feet up
carrots in my jesus
heat strung? and ease up
we up
my niggas held me down like leisure
came home and doubled the worth
throw the g up
sowed the streets up
like concrete stiches
these bit?h as niggas is complete snitches
(chorus)
we bout to mount up roll out
gettin the digits
they violatin code
and tamperin with the figures
you don't tell
you don't snitch
cuz real niggas dont play that sh!t
you don't tell
you don't tell
you don't tell
you don't tell
you don't snitch
cuz real niggas dont play that sh!t
somewhere stationed on the eastside of compton
there lived a young soulja
specializing in pumpin that ba$s
but a g an x through the area
his prices so low the competition is scared of him
and petal to the floor the competition in the area?
every once in a while atf cramped his style
never the less at the slightest request
he could get ya what ya need homie he was the best
i mean the coke to a key til they aint nuthin left
kick back with a kahula a little prilosec
and when its time for the re-up he did it big
my nigga coulda been a mason? he has so many bricks
and he would rock some, drop some, cut some clear
put it on the block and watch it dissapear
but the the snitches showed up late last year
shots start rangin out loud in ya ear
its a war one like they never seen before
and ima man up the towers and his boys all sore
cant make a mother fu?kin dime no more
somebody gotta pay
and it starts today
(chorus x2)